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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.