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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.