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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Brick,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.