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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.