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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.