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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.