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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.