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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
X-101,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.