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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.