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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.