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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.