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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Motorama,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.