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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.