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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk 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 grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.