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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
MDC,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.