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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Television,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.