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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.