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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.