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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
The Fall,
This Heat,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.