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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.