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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.