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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.