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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Names,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.