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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.