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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.