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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.