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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 CMW to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Index,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.