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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Ituana,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.