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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.