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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.