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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.