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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.