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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.