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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.