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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.