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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.