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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 DNA to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Whodini,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.