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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.