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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.