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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
UT,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.