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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.