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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Franke,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.