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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Gong,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.