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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.