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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.