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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.