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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Monks,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.