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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.