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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.