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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.