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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.