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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.