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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.