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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.