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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.