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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
JFA,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.