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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.