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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.