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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.