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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.