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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.