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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.