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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.