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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
DNA,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.