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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.