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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Technova,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.