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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.