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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.