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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Wire,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.