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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.