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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.