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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Japan,
June Days,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.