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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.