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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Cymande,
Visage,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.