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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.