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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.