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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.