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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Wire,
X-102,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.