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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.