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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.