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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.