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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Nico to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.