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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Television,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.