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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.