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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Neu!,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.