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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Darondo,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.