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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.