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 Georgia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.