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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.