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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
PIL,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.