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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.