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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.