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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Guru Guru 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.