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 London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.