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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.