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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.