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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.