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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Can,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.