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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.