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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.