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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
The Index,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.