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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.