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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.