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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.