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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Japan 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.