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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.