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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.