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 Benin and from Lille.
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 Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.