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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.