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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
X-102,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.