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 Ghana and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.