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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.