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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.