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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Jandek,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.