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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.