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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gabor Szabo 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.