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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.