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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.