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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.