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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.