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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.