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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Skriet,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.