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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
X-101,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.