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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.