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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.