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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
The Move,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.