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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.