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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.