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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.