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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.