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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.