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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.