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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Fear,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.