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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Fall,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.