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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.