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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.