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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.