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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.