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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
UT,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.