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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.