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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.