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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.