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 Malta and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.