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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.