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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.