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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Smog,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.