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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.