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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.