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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.