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 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.