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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.