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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.