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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.