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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.