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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Gories,
Pole,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.