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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.