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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.