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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.