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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.