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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.