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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Index,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.