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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Index,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.