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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Fear,
The Sound,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.