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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.