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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.