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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.