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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.