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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.