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 Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Smog,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.