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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.