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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.