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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.