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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.