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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.