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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.