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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.