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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.