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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Can,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
10cc,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.