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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Pylon,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.