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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.