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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Human League,
Nico,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.