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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.