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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.