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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.