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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.