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 Egypt and from London.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.