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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.