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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
JFA,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.