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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.