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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.