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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Mars,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.