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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.