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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Arcadia 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.