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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.