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 India and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.