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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.