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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.