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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.