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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.