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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Hoover,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.