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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.