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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.