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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.