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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.