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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Index,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.