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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.