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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.