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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.