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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.