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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.