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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
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.