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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.