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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.