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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.