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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.