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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.