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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.