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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.