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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.