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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.