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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.