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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.