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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Monks,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.