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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Index,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.