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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
the Slits,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.