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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.