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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.