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 Laos and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.