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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
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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.