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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.