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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Amazonics,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.