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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.