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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.