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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.