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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.