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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.