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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.