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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.