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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Slave,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.