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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.