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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.