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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.