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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
MC5,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Q65,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.