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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.