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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.