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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Brick,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.