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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.