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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.