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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.