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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.