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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.