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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.