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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
a-ha,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.