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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.