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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.