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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.