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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.