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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.