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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.