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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.