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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.