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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.