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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.