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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Television,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.