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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.