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 Zambia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Nico,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.