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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.