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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Yaz,
The Move,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.