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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.