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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.