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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Cameo,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.