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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Names,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.