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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.