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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.