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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.