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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.