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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.