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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.