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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.