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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.