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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.