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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Faust,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.