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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
The Human League,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.