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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.