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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.