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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.