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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.