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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.