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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Slave,
the Normal,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.