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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monks to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Nico,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.