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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.