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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.