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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.