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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
UT,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Can,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
World's Most,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.