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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.