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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.