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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.