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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.