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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.