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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.