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 Denmark 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.