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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.