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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.