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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.