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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Grauzone 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.