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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.