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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.