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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Mars,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.