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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Chrome,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.