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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.