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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.