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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Television,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.