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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.