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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.