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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.