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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.