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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.