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 India and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.