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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.