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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.