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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.