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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camouflage 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.