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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.