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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.