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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.