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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.