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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Franke,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.