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 Nepal and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio 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 punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.