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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Japan,
cv313,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Wings,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.