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 San Marino and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.