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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Mars,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.