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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.