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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.