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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.