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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.