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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.