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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
The Cure,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.