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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Rekid,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.