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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.