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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Television,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.