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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.