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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.