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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.