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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.