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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Wire,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.