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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Swans,
UT,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.