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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.