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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.