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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.