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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.