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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
UT,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.