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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Hashim,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.