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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.