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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.