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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.