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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.