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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.