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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Interpol,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.