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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.