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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.