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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
PIL,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.