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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Arcadia 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.