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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.