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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.