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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.