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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.