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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.