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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.