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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Yaz,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.