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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.