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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Organ,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.