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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.