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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
CMW,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.