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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.