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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Smog 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.