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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.