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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.