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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.