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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.