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 Ivory Coast 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.