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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.