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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.