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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Gong,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.