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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.