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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Index,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.