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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.