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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.