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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.