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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.