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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell 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?
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.