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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Swans,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.