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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
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.