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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
PIL,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.