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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.