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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.