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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.