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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.