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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Index,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.