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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.