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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.