Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.