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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Swans,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.