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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.