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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.