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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.