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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Nas,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.