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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.