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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.