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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.