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 China and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.