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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.