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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.