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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.