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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.