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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.