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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.