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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
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.