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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.