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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Franke,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.