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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.