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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.