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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.