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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.