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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Wire,
AZ,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.