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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Subhumans,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.