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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Slave,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.