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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.