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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.