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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
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.