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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.