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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Busters,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Q65,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.