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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.