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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.