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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.