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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.