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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.