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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.