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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.