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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.