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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.