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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Sparks,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.