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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.