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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pole 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.