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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.