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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.