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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.