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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.