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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.