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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Faust,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.