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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Visage,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.