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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.