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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.