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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.