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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.