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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.