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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.