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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.