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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.