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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Move,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.