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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.