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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.