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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.