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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.