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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.