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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.