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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.