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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.