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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.