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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Crime,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.