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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.