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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.