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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.