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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.