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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.