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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.