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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.