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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Visage,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.