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 India and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.