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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Index,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.