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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.