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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.