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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Sound to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Little Man,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.