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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.