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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.