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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.