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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.