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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.