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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.