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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.