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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.