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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.