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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.