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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Mummies,
UT,
Technova,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
cv313,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.