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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.