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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.