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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.