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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.