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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.