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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Invisible 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.