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 Colombia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
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.