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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.