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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Franke to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Mars,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.