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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.