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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.