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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.