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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.