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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.