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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.