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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.