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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.