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 Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.