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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.